Lyrics:
for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
Only cut around the corner with his old rig-a-doo
I slept in the barn, down at Caurabawn
A wet night came
for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
Only cut around the corner with his old rig-a-doo
I slept in the barn, down at Caurabawn
A wet night came
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
my pretty Alice in every headlight
Alice, Dallas Alice
And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonopah
Driven every kind of rig that's
hundred to go, yeah
I got rock and roll music on the radio
I got a brother on a rig just off the gulf coast
He says the girls down there, well they're
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
gotta force our fate
They hold the cards they rig the game
Til you refuse to play
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said she likes your face, she likes your rig,
But, man, oh, man, them things are too big
Oh, your feet's
this rig unwound
And we've come a thousand miles from the guitar town
Nothin' ever happened round my home town
And I ain't the kind to just hang
This prefect love that could have never been
My heart would never share
Not till summer came and went
Did her advice rig true
When I found out my
the gallery
With someone else's rig
I know, I understand
I watch my body hauled off
By the local garbage man
[Chorus]
We're cool, we're cold
We're
a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd
And I'm working undercover for the man.
Sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la
Planing midnight raids on our unsuspecting fans,
While roadies rig the video
to get to Heaven
Where I come from
Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
That's rollin'
i i to know
That girl could take my heart
everywhere she go
Dope sick girl a rig and a rid she got no freedom
Little deamon gonna hide inside she's
out a big hand and
Said with a grin "Big Joe's the name
And this here rig's called Phantom 309"
Well I asked him why he called his
Rig such a name,
went
Rigs came down and the money got spent
And the wisemen saved for a rainy day
The fools packed up and moved away
The hotels closed and the bars
in the big rigs
Now I've come back home to plan my next move
From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch
When I see my little cousin Janine walk
there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're
See how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
High numbers low numbers 8 ball break
The last cent is coming out of his
I'm a drivin' this truck for a mountain road I got a hot rod rig and I'm a flyin' low
My eyes're filled with diesel smoke air fan curves ain't no
See how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
High numbers low numbers 8 ball break
The last cent is coming out of his head
Looking for an exit
Coffee up and hammer down
They call me big rig Santa
Big rig Santa
Rolling from Montana
Headed to Atlanta
Truck stop ladies call me
We're flatland hillbillies, Irish Cajun Creole mix
My brothers on an off shore rig, my sister's on the pole at slicks
Mama takes in peoples
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